Quick Transmigration Live Broadcast: The Villain Boss is the Female Emperor!

The night is cold as water.

The candles in the Tianzi No. 1 room flickered slightly.

Behind the screen embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, in the half-person-high bathtub, the delicate rose petals exude a rich fragrance, floating in the slightly undulating water.

Chong Ai leaned comfortably in the bathtub and bathed in hot water, picked up the rose petals in the water and drenched it on the tender skin, and the subtle sound of water spread out.

"It's so comfortable." She sighed.

【Host. 】Fen Jiu Jiu floated out and floated in midair.

"Huh?" Chong Ai looked up at it.

[Tomorrow is the martial arts conference. 】Fen Jiujiu laughed and asked 【Have you figured out how to deal with Leng Guhan? 】

"I'm still thinking?" Chong Ai slightly curled his lips and glanced outside the door: "Isn't there a big killer outside?"

Rong Shaoqing has practiced "Xuanyang Nine Styles" to the fifth level, and the martial arts people are fighting with him one-on-one, and there should be no one who can beat him.

【Host……】

Fan Jiujiu hesitated for a while, and advised [You don't let the scholars go up to practice. 】

"Reason?" Chong Ai smiled slightly, her beautiful face under the candlelight was slightly gloomy.

[Host, didn't I say that there is such a flaw in the highly accomplished exercises, and the higher the practice, the greater the side effects. 】

Chong Ai smiled indifferently and said, "It's not my practice."

[...] Almost forgot the host's cold blood.

"How should I play tomorrow?" Chong Ai murmured.

[Today Qiu Siyu is dressed in a white dress, with a high bun, and with a clear white gauze like a fairy, men's eyes are attracted to her. 】Fen Jiujiu danced the way.

Men are inherently cheap.

Chong Ai said lightly: "I'm here to make trouble, not to compare beauty."

"Master." The scholar's hoarse voice came from outside the door, "The water is getting cold, do you need to add some hot water?"

[Wulin is a good apprentice. 】

"No." Chong Ai said lazily.

She got up from the tub, and the crystal water droplets slid down her snow-like skin, really fascinated.

It's a pity that someone can't see such beauty, Fan Jiujiu secretly said in her heart.

Chong Ai went to bed and covered the quilt before Rong Shaoqing entered the room. He asked someone to dispose of the water in the tub, took a shower by himself, and slept on the bed on the ground.

the next day.

Yunwu Mountain Villa is located on Qingcheng Mountain, and the disciples of various sects went up the mountain before dawn.

This time the martial arts conference was held by the owner of Yunwu Villa, Liu Yiyi.

The vast martial arts field of Yunwu Mountain Villa is filled with all major sects.

Liu Yiran stood on the high platform and said with a smile: "Since all the major sects have arrived, the martial arts conference will begin..."

Suddenly - a pleasant Xiao sound came from out of nowhere.

The melodious voice seems to come from the fairy music in the Jiuzhong Tiangong, which makes people listen to it attentively.

"Who said that all the sects are here!" The woman Ruying's voice showed a bit of arrogance: "Our cult has not yet arrived, how can the martial arts conference start."

The scorching sun was like fire, the petals were scattered, and a sedan chair flew down from the sky.

Carrying the sedan chair were several handsome young men dressed in snow-white clothes, with a jade pendant hanging around their waists, and there was a crisp sound of pearls and jade when they collided.

Another young man in light blue clothes held Yu Xiao in his hand. His picturesque brows were indifferent as ice, and there was a mole under his left eye that matched his pupils, making him extraordinarily evil.

I saw that the scholar took Yu Xiao away, leaned forward and stretched out his visceral hand to lift the sedan curtain.